My Soul to Keep (2011)
“Sort of a “Hey, your name came up recently and I wanted to check in” type of thing. I was trading on goodwill and professional courtesy, and cashing in on all that false intimacy we’d banked through our mutual suffering on the locked adult psych unit at Parkland during our internship year. I didn’t tell her why I was calling, exactly. I figured it was seventy–thirty she’d return my call.
I parked my rattly truck in the immaculate, tree-shaded lot of immaculate, tree-shaded Highland Park Village... shopping center, smack in front of the Chanel store between a sparkling navy blue Porsche 911 and a sparkling white Mercedes convertible. I shoved my shoulder against the door of my pickup, winced once again at the groan it emitted as it opened, and caught it just as it slammed into the side of the Porsche. I checked the Porsche—no ding, thank God, and no alarm—then feigned nonchalance and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. I found myself in the stare of a Chanel saleswoman, who was looking at me through the store window as though I’d just dumped a truckload of manure in front of the store.MoreLess
I parked my rattly truck in the immaculate, tree-shaded lot of immaculate, tree-shaded Highland Park Village... shopping center, smack in front of the Chanel store between a sparkling navy blue Porsche 911 and a sparkling white Mercedes convertible. I shoved my shoulder against the door of my pickup, winced once again at the groan it emitted as it opened, and caught it just as it slammed into the side of the Porsche. I checked the Porsche—no ding, thank God, and no alarm—then feigned nonchalance and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. I found myself in the stare of a Chanel saleswoman, who was looking at me through the store window as though I’d just dumped a truckload of manure in front of the store.MoreLess
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